I used to think amnesia was just another cliché, a trope reserved for novels and dramas. A tragic plot device that could never happen to me. Then I woke up from a coma and lost three years of my life. Three years of memories. Three years of laughter, tears, promises, and love. All gone just like that. Everyone pities the boy who was forgotten, but no one talks about the girl who did the forgetting. No one talks about the pain of realizing an entire chapter of your life has vanished, no one talks about me who suffered to move forward in life. Unfair? Yeah, but reasonable. "Tama na... please. It hurts, Lix." "If trying to remember me hurts you so much, then please stay the way you are now. I'd rather be forgotten than watch you suffer, darling." He was forgotten. And I was the one who forgot.